The Shamrock or, Hibernian Cresses. A Collection of Poems, Songs, Epigrams, &c. Latin as well as English, The Original Production of Ireland. To which are subjoined thoughts on the prevailing system of school education, respecting young ladies as well as gentlemen: with practical proposals for a reformation [by Samuel Whyte] |
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EPISTLE. FROM A STUDENT AT LAW, TO HIS FRIEND.
Some Verse, dear Tom, for Pity's Sake!—
A Line, or two,
If writ by you,
Will more Impression make
Upon her Heart,
Than all that I can do:
Then summon to my Aid your Art;
And tell,
Though others love her well;
Yet none, like me, adore;
Her Presence might graft Happiness in Hell;
Without her, Heaven is poor.—
A Line, or two,
If writ by you,
Will more Impression make
Upon her Heart,
Than all that I can do:
Then summon to my Aid your Art;
And tell,
Though others love her well;
Yet none, like me, adore;
Her Presence might graft Happiness in Hell;
Without her, Heaven is poor.—
This, for myself, would I indite:
But, well you know,
I was not born a Muse's Heir;
I have no Title to Parnassus' Hill;
Or by Descent, or Will;
Nor do I claim a Right
To any Acre there;
No, not to one,
In all the Rounds of Helicon:
What shall I do then? How contrive to be
At least a Tenant unto Poesy?
The Boon I ask is not so great—
Grant me a Farm on your Estate;
And, as the Custom was of old,
The Tenure shall be Copy-hold.
But, well you know,
I was not born a Muse's Heir;
I have no Title to Parnassus' Hill;
Or by Descent, or Will;
Nor do I claim a Right
To any Acre there;
No, not to one,
In all the Rounds of Helicon:
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At least a Tenant unto Poesy?
The Boon I ask is not so great—
Grant me a Farm on your Estate;
And, as the Custom was of old,
The Tenure shall be Copy-hold.
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